A second, stronger blast of icy energy, aimed directly at Max, carrying the full force of its user's power.
But this time—
Max didn't wait.
His right fist clenched, raw power surging through his arm as 30 Draconic Essences activated at once.
Then—
He punched.
BANG!
A devastating storm of wind erupted from the sheer impact of his strike.
The incoming frost was obliterated instantly, the force behind his punch sending it scattering into the air, its power rendered meaningless.
The shockwave rippled outward, sending loose debris flying and forcing weaker cultivators to shield their faces from the aftershock.
And as the dust settled—
Max stood untouched, unmoved, an unshakable figure amidst the chaos.
The white dust from his previous clash still lingered in the air, settling over the battlefield that had once been a gathering of the strongest.
And yet—
None of them had managed to harm him.
None of them had even come close.
